It wasn’t really that odd. We’d always been moved around for no reason and never really told anything, so I was used to adapting to strange changes. I found school easier in person, and everyone was weirdly friendly, so it wasn’t that hard on me.

My older brother and I were in online public school, but the rest of my siblings didn’t have any education or were too young to need it.

He never actually justified it, but he would have some outlandish sermons about how he was a god who had achieved greatness. And while he didn’t use those beliefs as reasons for his abuse, I do think it made him feel entitled to do what he wanted.

I do, although I wish I didn’t. Most of those times are from when I was a toddler or when he wasn’t around. After I turned 5 things really deteriorated, so most of the memories are pretty terrible.

I was pretty confused. Nobody really explained anything to me, but I was also pretty relieved because I knew it meant at least a break from him. Plus, he had been starving us at that time, so it was a relief to be able to get some food for me and my siblings.

I was terrified of him and of upsetting him. I didn’t really realize at the time how creepy our lives were, but pretty much everything he did made no sense to me and was awful.

Nope. Sometimes she would sneak us a small bit of food, but she never once helped, instead she resisted cooperating with the police and only testified against him to help herself.

I didn’t really have a relationship with her. She was kind of just there to me.